The boy's got a head like an atom bombHang him from a cross like the number one sonAnd he's been waiting so longTo get it onThe boy's 15 but he's 16 gaugeWants to break out from his Jesus cageHe's already torn out the last pageIt's the "latest rage"Violence for the peopleThey always eat the hand that bleedsViolence for the peopleGive the kids what they needKill your god, Kill your godKill your tvThe boy's purified by the quitter godsBurning up his cross like a revelationAnd his glass jaw opensLike a puppet headThis is what you should fearYou are what you should fear